chapter eighteen - innocence
- page 01 - wait.
- page 02 - trust this
- page 03 - waiting
- page 04 - until your heart says yes
- page 05 - with radiant
- page 06 - innocence.
- page 07 - listen
- page 08 - to all the natural prayers,
- page 09 - be retuned
- page 10 - by the sweet scent
- page 11 - of storms
- page 12 - and sky harps
- page 13 - and seeming
- page 14 - revelations,
- page 15 - all just visions
- page 16 - in a mirror,
- page 17 - waiting for you to realise
- page 18 - this simple wisdom
- page 19 - and celebrate.
alma mater
"The last word would belong, not to time, but to joy." - Penelope Fitzgerald
Greet with gratitude god in every moment.
Dance with joy the endless variations.
Open with love the heart given you,
which beats in fractal rhythm
the overwhelmingly obvious fact:
I am, myself, all this.
Amen.
"... Could we be here, then
in order to say: house,
bridge, fountain, gate, pitcher, apple-tree, window...
And the things, even as they pass,
understand that we praise them.
Transient, they are trusting us
to save them—us, the most transient of all."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Repeatedly see this
infinite one
I am,
just this is it.
"It is essentially such a simple work [...] The simplicity conveys such greatness. This shows us that, to Bach, the most important message of the whole is: Grant us peace." - Musicians of the Netherlands Bach Society
